Expanding Once Again [Ari and Dylan]

What was this feeling?
Probably excitment, that is. It was happening already--what she had talked about with Ari. Jethro was going to be an older brother. She felt so warm even though the coldness could be seen with every breath she exhaled. Today was a great day, for she had just heard the best news possible for her to hear. It happened at work, but as soon as she found out she immediatly left to inform her loving wonderful husband.

Energetically she burst in the door of their home and searched for her husband to tell him the news. Spoting him, she tackle-huged him right on the spot. "Guess what?" she chimmed happily, but she couldn't hold in the news long enough to let Ari guess. "I'm pregnant!"

In the frigid weather, Ari hobbled up the front porch, while trying to keep himself warm. He mumbled something under his breath, knowing that his son would probably burst from the front door and exclaim about the new snow. It appeared that Dylan had gotten home before him and he hummed softly--what could have happened that brought her home from the restaurant? He put his gloved hand on the door and barely opened the door when he was suddenly attacked. He let out some sort of strangled noise as he and the being fell backwards unto the porch. It was not his son, but his wife! "That excited to see me?" He laughed, then let out a soft cough, "What am I guessing? Someone famous came into the shop?" He spoke, waiting to hear what the news was.

Hearing the news, his brows went straight up and his eyes went wide, "Pregnant?!" He restated, lacing his arms around the woman, still laying on the cold porch, "That's wonderful!" He beamed, "Another little one for us!" He smiled, looking towards his wife, "Jethro's going to have someone to look over."

Ari seemed somewhat surprised ath it was Dylan who tackled him today instead of Jethro, but the small boy wasn't far behind. At first Dylan thought he'd wait till Ari got up to tackle him, but instead their adorable son decided to join the akward heap. It was a great moment, picture perfect.

"Uh-huh," Dylan nodded happily running her fingers playfully through her husband's red hair. She couldn't help but kiss him upon his nose. Slowly she got up, so she wouldn't throw Jethro off her back or send him tumbling backwards. She extended a hand to help her husband get up from the cold porch.